Comments about Pete Zaesar Galula

Midnight Rain

Dark clouds gathering aroundSkies turning into a crimson domeas the moon's gravity, waking up the wavesslowly running to shoreHeart's leaping in the pale moonlightthat now surrenders, fading into the nightAs my drained temple layLifeless but undying, in this cold earthRestlessly waiting and wishing not its delayLonging for the falling, one night of May, the falling of the midnight rainthat comes once, once like Halley'sshooting here and there without knowingor perhaps the eclipse that never comes